tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82222524226314160092012-02-16T19:33:46.789-08:00balfraszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524335242131052791noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8222252422631416009.post-41134213019150509832009-02-19T13:11:00.000-08:002009-02-19T13:14:30.855-08:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:180%;">Something Fucking Wrong</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">A girl, a not so little girl but still a child with curly black hair with curly black eyes; wide open </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">wolfish eyes</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> as a Spanish would say; but right now that isn't exactly right she has two more years before when she gonna be a wolf; a </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">lupa</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> as classic Latin calls the whores; she has not too much choices at our neighbourhood.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Right now her mother or her father sent her to the small grocery shop, here at the corner of the Huge Carrier and Small Carrier Street (You should know a </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">carry</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> in Hungarian means a sexual intercourse provided for money and - lo and behold! - the Huge Carrier Street was the center of the cheap sexual services...); the shop's commerce is mostly given by selling cheap and highly toxic alcoholic beverages but she is not even interested in buzz now. The attendant knows her, she </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">asks</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> her not just yelps as it's usual here, in this country, in this city, she has </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">wolfish eyes</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> too:</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">"How much bologna would you like?"</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">The girl shows the money, mostly five forint coins, a nice bronze column, altogether </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">one nickel</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">, a fucking lousy nickel:</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">"For seventy forints..."</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">"May I give some chicken bologna?" asks the attendant.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">"Which is cheaper!" says the child.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Something fucking wrong here...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8222252422631416009-4113421301915050983?l=postcardsarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>balfraszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524335242131052791noreply@blogger.com0